Chapter 32
Journal Entry for Tuesday February 3, 1998
Where do I start?
I have heard so much information about my health today, it isn't even funny. It's practically mind numbing.
Speaking of brains, maybe I should start there. Dr. Ultameier has said that the bullet fragments are still on the move inside my skull, and definitely must be removed. Much to my dismay, they (mom, the doctor, the nurses) went ahead and set a date (March 12) to have this operation done. Lucky me.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm not looking forward to getting the bullet pieces (or fragments as everyone keeps calling them) out of my head, it's just the operation that bothers…oh, who am I kidding, it's the operation that scares me. I'm afraid of going under the knife.
Dr. Johnson proved me and mom right, and said that my asthma is flaring up. She gave me a prescription for Albuterol to take as needed.
Dr. Mabry was the only doctor I saw today that had good news about my health (or in the case of the other two doctors, lack there of). He said that my nose is looking good, and I don't have to go back and see him for a month now. It may not seem like much, but considering I've been seeing him at least once every week since I had the cauterization done, it is.
It's only five days now until my birthday, and possibly that birthday surprise dad isn't here to give me. I've tried thinking about the surprise occasionally, but keep drawing a blank. I have no idea what the surprise could be; and I have to admit, it's driving me crazy.
I can't hardly believe that I'm going to be sixteen years old this year. I'll be able to get my driver's license finally; although I'm not sure I want it now, after all that happened to dad.
Dad's probably thinking "Bite your tongue, Randy! Of course you want your driver's license, you're a Taylor for crying out loud."
Too bad dad can't be thinking that now. I just don't think I can buy into that whole life after death thing. I mean, yeah, so there is such a being or presence as God, but neither heaven or hell seem to make sense. Now, I'm not trying to sound like those scientists who worship Darwin's Theory of Evolution or anything, but to think that the planet Earth is only the first stop along the way in your soul's life just seems like a bit of a stretch. The saying even says, you only go around once. Not twice, or three or four times. I think there are some days where mom would like to slap me for thinking these kinds of things, especially after dad died. She tries to be supportive, I know, but her unhappiness, shall we say, shows sometimes.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait between updates, but first I was recovering from my surgery, then I began a race with the clock over trying to finish Nine Months of Hell in time (which I just finished this afternoon).
Well, I hope there are still some readers left out there in readerland that are reading this story. If you all are, please R&R!
Thanks for reading, and thanks for not committing first degree murder on me yet for not updating before now.
Happy Halloween everybody!
-Yours truly, Randy Taylor
